i ripped my heart out and showed her how each string
entangled nicely into the threads that layout
the kind of love that pursued her.
she simply smiled, and then my pulse ran out.
she turned around, swing swing,
she sang her heart to the moon,
the airwaves brought me every sound,
her pitch was off she had no timing,
she was a treasure found.
i wish i knew who she was singing to, i wish i knew,
i wish that she knew too.
i wish i knew what i could say to make heart sway..
if i called her name through the airwaves,
would she call mine back, would she call mine back?
if i sent my love on paper plane.
would she send love back? would she send love back?
